I Think She May Have Been Dazed And Confused

Sarita left this morning for Bombay to fly back home. I am heading back to Delhi to sort out the motorbike matters.

The motorbike was a lot of fun in hindsight. Once, on our third attempt to leave Leh, I dropped the bike by mistake. We were stuck in a lot of traffic and hooting and it was generally quite stressfull. I had pulled the front brake too hard and slid into the truck in front of us. As I was picking up the bike (as quickly as possible) to avoid any further chaos, I noticed that Sarita had fallen off as she was wiping her bottom and her wrists seemed to hurt. I shouted are you ok and to quickly climb on again. She still had her helmet on and started wandering off into the opposite direction muttering something about wanting to go to the toilet. Are you crazy!? Climb on! I think she may have been dazed and confused.